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Chapter 16 : forgotten memories
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till the end of time,
and i will work it out in my mind,
how i got by without you in my life.
-Tom Felton, In My Arms
Draco walked into Hermione’s bedroom, sighing as he sat himself next to the sleeping Hermione. She had been asleep for about nine hours before Draco started to really worry. He contacted McGonagall, explaining what happened, she had said that Hermione would be fine. That was now four hours ago.
He looked down at his hands, and placed the two letters he intended to show Hermione on her bedside table, hoping she would see them when she woke. He watched her for any sign of her waking, but she remained the same. He got up and carefully walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Hermione woke when she heard a door shut, wondering if it had been hers that had been closed. She sat herself up and rubbed her eyes. She looked around to her bedside table and saw two letters. One was brown with age and the other looked new. She opened the white one, which read open this one first. She slid her finger underneath the seal and unfolded the letter. She began to read:
I'm so sorry about what you went through, I should have refused to let you come. It was selfish of me asking you to come, I realise now that it was the wrong thing to do.
The thing I wanted to go back for wasn't worth going back for, especially with you coming along with me. I hope you can forgive me.
I want you to see the letter I went to go back for because it’s something close to my heart. I do apologise for the use of names in the letter but I hope you recall what I told you about the name calling prior to us getting together. Without the use of it I would have no doubt been given a beating, magical or not.
I apologise yet again, it was a foul mistake and I shall never make it again.
I do hope you enjoy the letter, and what I had to say in third year.
She placed the letter in her lap, and took hold of the older one. She took in a deep breath and began to read the aged letter before her:
How are things at home? Things are swell here, apart from some of the mudblood’s that still attend Hogwarts (when are you going to do something about it?).
Something peculiar happened to me the other day, that mudblood, the Granger girl slapped me on the face. I had a handprint on my left cheek for days. It was a strange sensation, being stood up too, but I quite liked it, being stood up to, mad, aren’t I? She’s a different one, that mudblood. Yes her blood is tainted, but her spirit is not. She’s a feisty Gryffindor and she is full of courage. She’s starting to look nicer. Her hair is less like a lion’s mane and more like any other girls hair, but the thing is, she isn’t any other girl. She is the only person ever to stand up to me and that surprised me. I might go harder on her, see if she stands up to me anymore?
Something about her intrigues me, I want to find out more as to why my insults never bother her anymore, or why she stood up to me? I want to know her more, but you would never allow it. So, I shall never know, she will carry on hating me, while I carry on pondering over the buck-toothed frizzy-haired mudblood.
Her little possy do annoy me, she is oblivious to the Weasel and his feelings; from afar you can see he is desperate for her, its quiet funny actually.
Pansy finally expressed her interest in me the other day. She’s okay; nothing like Granger, but she will do for now. She is slightly clingy but I will eventually have my uses for her, she keeps all the other star struck females away from me: that is a bonus.
I wonder what you would say if I ever sent you this letter? You would probably curse me or worse, but I won't send it to you and I hope you never find this. I'm going to take it home with me, and, God forbid you find this, I hope you can forgive me for my tainted words that I am about to say, but Hermione Granger, may have caught my eye.
Hermione gasped, she looked back into the envelope and saw another small letter, she fished it out and started read.
I found something of mine the other day: I hate you for it. I remember the letter now. Mother saved the memory without you knowing and I watched it, I remember everything I wrote. If it makes you happy, the feelings haven’t returned. Maybe they will, maybe they won’t, but how DARE you get rid of a memory of mine that was full of feelings for someone, and get rid of them because of her blood. I'm glad you got caught and sent to Azkaban and I'm glad I switched sides during the war because I never want to end up like you.
I got made Head Boy if you even care, and I am spending the whole year with Granger. I don’t know what will happen, but I want to tell her I'm sorry for what you made me do and that hopefully she will forgive me. Go rot in Hell.
Hermione put down the letter. Third year? He felt like this in third year and he was made to forget? How awful, what a horrible man. She picked up the letters, and got out of bed, shuffling to her door and opening it.
"You’re awake!" said a startled Draco as he looked up at her figure standing at the door.
"Yes" she held the letters tighter in her hand which was hidden behind her back.
"You were out cold, I wondered if you went into a coma or something." Draco looked at her seriously.
"How long was I asleep?" Hermione furrowed her eyebrows. She went into the common room and sat down by the fire; trying to warm herself up.
"Thirteen?! I remember" Hermione looked down.
"It wasn’t real, it didn’t happen again." He looked down into his lap.
"It felt real again, but-wait! That means it isn’t Christmas anymore! What happened with the feast? And everyone else?" Hermione went wide-eyed.
"I went to the great hall at dinner to tell them what happened, everyone came back here, after a while they left."
"Oh, did you eat? Sleep? You look awful." She smirked.
"I’ve eaten, yes, but I’ve not slept’’
"Oh, you should sleep! I read the letters by the way." she took her hand away from behind her back, and showed him. "It’s just awful, what he did. How can you take away a memory like that?"
"I don’t know." He looked up at her; her face was full of disgust.
"Third year-you liked me in third year?" she said, quietly.
"Apparently so, and I still do." He grinned.
"Well, I'm glad of that! She smirked, "I forgive you, by the way. You didn’t know what was going to happen." Hermione looked down into her lap, twiddling her thumbs.
"I know I didn’t, but I'm still so sorry. I still shouldn’t have taken you there, I was stupid."
Hermione got up, and sat next to Draco. "It was a good thing, to be honest, now I can get over it. I had never faced it before yesterday; I never tried to get over it. I had to stay strong for other’s, I didn’t have time to get over my own things. I guess I just forgot but going there, I faced it in the end. Now, I can think about it, without bursting into tears." She put both of her hands on Draco’s cheeks, and turned his head, his eyes were shut, "I'm fine, Draco, I'm fine. Open your eyes."
Draco sighed, and opened his eyes, he could feel the warmth from Hermione’s hands spreading through him, and he saw her smiling and his heart speed up.
"Hermione Granger, what do you do to me?" he smirked, and pulled her forward, so their bodies couldn’t be any closer, and deepened the kiss.
The next week flew by and before they knew it was the New Year, 1999, and the day of the ball had arrived.
Hermione eagerly awoke that morning, accidently digging Draco in the ribs as she sat up in her bed. Draco had taken to sleeping in Hermione’s bed, he said it makes sleeping easier, don’t blame me with his infamous Malfoy smirk.
"Ouch, Hermione!" he said in his sleepy voice, while tenderly rubbing his torso where his ribs where.
"I'm sorry, but the ball is today, and there is so much more to be done. We still need to put up the rest of the decorations, we need to direct the band and I need to get ready. It's now ten o’clock, and I need to start getting ready at least three PM. I'm not going to get this done." She got up, and started to get changed, not noticing Draco’s watchful eye and not caring about her indecency.
She quickly changed into a pair of jeans and her favourite knitted jumper and put her hair up. She turned round to Draco, "Come on! You need to help me do all of this! I need you to find the band this morning and help them set up!’’
"Alright, alright," he put his hands up in defeat, "where am I meeting the band?" he got up, and put on his clothes from the previous day.
"The doors to the Great Hall, lead them to the Room of Requirement and help them set up, or don’t. It’s up to you. Then I need you to hang up the last of the icicles and put the enchantment on so it’s ready for tonight. Meet me back here in 2 hours for a quick lunch, then it’s off to work until three, unless I get it done quicker." She ran over to the bed, quickly kissed Draco on the lips, and rushed off to brush her teeth and get started with her duties.
Walking out of the common room, she headed to McGonagall’s office. Right, so I need to check if the caterers are here and take them to the kitchens and help them get sorted. Then I need to check the hall, make sure everyone’s got their tickets, meet Ginny, get ready, get there before everyone else arrives, PLUS go over my speech and make sure I have everyone’s names.
She eventually got to McGonagall’s office, to see her walking out. "Ah, Miss Granger, I know why you are here. The caterers have arrived and have been escorted to the kitchens, everyone has their tickets. Ginny has already informed me that she will be waiting in your common room until you arrive, so there is no need to worry about her. All you need to do is check the room for yourself, the memorial names, and then you have the rest of the day off. I must say, Miss Granger, you and Mister Malfoy have created an amazing ball, and I'm sure it is going to be a success." she smiled, turned on her heel, and walked away.
Merlin, at least that’s half of what I needed to do over with, thank goodness. Right, off to the Room of Requirement, then back to the common room I suppose.
She headed off to the Room of Requirement, stood before the wall and closed her eyes. The door appeared before her and she entered the room. She looked around her and to her surprise, everything was in order. She went over to the memorial and looked through the names, everything was there too.
Surely something has gone wrong? Everything can’t be perfect, can it?
She looked around the room and saw Draco look over to her from the other side, he started walking over towards her. When he reached her, he smirked, and looked up.
"Was this all you?" she looked around, and nodded towards the memorial.
"Maybe." he grinned.
"Thank you." She smiled, and put her hands around his neck.
"I knew how stressed you were so, with some help, I had it all sorted for you." he smiled, and turned around, when Harry and Neville walked through the doors.
"It was you two?" she was bewildered.
"Yep." The two boys said in unison.
"Thank you, thank you all three of you." she hugged Harry and Neville and turned back to Draco. "You worked with them?" her eyebrows rose.
"Yes, they’re actually okay people when they’re nice to you, and I'm okay to them."
"Friends then?" Hermione was full of glee.
"Acquaintances." Draco pursed his lips.
"Hermione, you’ve done a fantastic job with the place!" Harry said, looking around him.
"It wasn’t all me, Draco helped too." She smiled.
"Hermione, you can go to Ginny now, she’s waiting for you back in our common room." Draco squeezed her hand.
"Okay, be nice boys." She smiled, and walked back to the common room.
A/N: Hi! im sooooo sorry with how long it took for the previous chapter's validation, it just took so long for some reason!
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, it is just more of a filler chapter, but its over 2000 words for ya! The next chapter is DEFINATLY the ball scene! i cant wait! i've already started writing it. The oncoming month is my GCSE's month, so i might not be able to update as much, so im so sorry if i dont, but i will try my best!
please rate and review <3 makes my day.
Oh, i'll also keep you updated with Tom's fanmail, he has not yet replied, fingers crossed!
Thankyou to my wonderful Beta! :*
Love, SlightObession xx
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